Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.